Today I want to go swimming and buy myself something from the drugstore. Right now I have very little cash, so I have to decide between buying "The Divine Secrets of the Yaya Sisterhood" or the limited edition Revlon creme eyeshadow pallet. There's a small chance I may be able to afford both, though. A copy of the software I conceptualized has sold, and if Josh gives me my share of the profit soon, I can go nuts at Shoppers Drug Mart. Well, if you consider "going nuts" as buying two things.

I'm not so sure about going swimming today, because the weather is overcast and it has been raining. The pool is indoors, but that doesn't matter, because I'll just freeze when I leave.

Yesterday I found out that there is going to be a place offering swing dance lessons, and I want to go. I've always wanted to learn swing dancing, but never had the chance. In tenth grade we were supposed to learn in gym class, but the boys class refused to dance with us. It turned out that we couldn't forfeit the dance unit, so we had to go square dance with the 8th grade girls. I suppose it was just as well, if we had learned swing dancing, I would have had to lead because I was at least 6 inches taller than the majority of eighth graders. It still pisses me off how the boys had the option of not taking the dance unit. What's the use if only the girls know how to dance? Who will all of the straight girls dance with at social functions if the boys don't know how? That's why I want to make Josh take lessons with me. It's very unlikely to happen though, because he despises dancing. Oh well. I can always go by myself and get some random guy to be my partner. Heh, I could be promiscuous through dance. Technically I would be a promiscuous swinger.